The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 516 Beginning 3
The roar was so majestic and loud, like thunder, that it froze the air around him.

However, beneath the righteous words, there seemed to be a hint of surprise.

Two brilliant spears of light that seemed to be made of platinum shot in, and the two startled extraordinary guards had just raised their weapons when they were pierced through the shoulders by the sharp points and nailed to the wall.

Clement straightened his back and strode into the hall. He looked around and saw twisted and despicable scenes one after another.

His hair and beard were standing on end as he mercilessly raised his foot and kicked apart a pair of entangled wet bodies beside him, a hint of secret joy quickly hidden under his disgusted eyes.

We are so lucky, it is even better than expected. Now even those heretics who have betrayed the Holy City will have nothing to say!
Being sent here, he is not as conservative as he seems. He knows that with the prominent status of these people, it is obvious that the law cannot punish the masses.

——Almost half of the top classes in the entire federation are involved. If a just trial is to be conducted impartially, it will be tantamount to forcing the entire country's social system to self-collapse. No matter what position the official originally holds, they will have to jump out and fight to the death.

But this is still a huge scandal after all. Using this as a handle is undoubtedly a trump card that the church holds that can shake up the situation.

Other companions entered one after another and saw the disgraceful scene. Several elders of the Protestant Church also quickly realized this and their faces became extremely ugly. Without much words between them, one could understand the heavy worry in their eyes.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Clement looked forward.

"It is not only a blasphemy against faith, but also a violation of secular laws."

He questioned harshly, but his eyes were fixed on the cups and plates on the crystal table. The cheap and simple wooden utensils reflected a fanatical piety in his eyes.

The resonant voice echoed with unquestionable authority.

However, what responded to him was only a burst of laughter, as if their mental state caused by regaining youth and fulfilling their long-cherished wish was too crazy. They turned a deaf ear to the rebuke and continued to vent their anger at will.

Only a few of the most senior leaders remained sober. They stood up drunkenly and sneered softly:
"Judging from your attire, you should be the Holy See's servants? We remember that the Federation doesn't seem to be under the jurisdiction of the Holy City!
In this land... we define the boundaries of the law!"

Perhaps it was the thousands of people gathered in one place that gave those present a false sense of security, so that they were less afraid of the extraordinary people who usually treated them with caution, and they even boldly retorted.

"Please leave quickly, or we will formally issue a foreign protest..." A tall and thin man staggered and waved his mobile phone irritably. He often appeared in official news footage, with an impatient look on his face.

"Hmph!" Standing far away, Zhou Taishan folded his arms and narrowed his eyes.

"What a bunch of hypocritical scum. I really want to chop them all off with one blow."

"Brother Zhou, please be patient. Now is not the right time. The speed of spiritual recovery is changing with each passing day. These reckless people cannot see the general trend. Sooner or later, they will be liquidated."

Lai Henry twirled his mustache and soothed them in a gentle voice. He also couldn't stand the dirty thing happening before his eyes, but there were too many people at the scene and the background was too complicated - with just a quick glance, he saw more than a dozen government officials. He couldn't just kill them on the spot.

Zhou Taishan naturally knew this truth, but he just frowned slightly.

The Guandi supernatural powers he cultivated were magnificent and upright, and he hated the evil in people's hearts the most.

The twisted emotions here were so strong that they were rarely seen before. It actually made his mind slightly shaken, and a strange feeling inexplicably arose in his heart.

"Go away!"

After patiently arguing for a few sentences, seeing that the other party still didn't know what was best for him, Clement's face flashed with anger. He was too lazy to argue with him anymore, so he flicked his hand and a ray of holy light flung it aside. He strode onto the stage and quickly reached out to grab the wooden cup.

From the beginning to the end, his purpose was very clear: everything else is false except the holy things of the Most High God.

Several Protestant representatives gritted their teeth and hesitated for a while, but finally sighed and gave up the idea of ​​fighting for it.

Glancing at his rival's grief-stricken look, Clement's mouth curled up proudly. Feeling the rough touch of the logs, he lowered his head in reverence and piety. Just as he was about to speak with satisfaction, his excited expression suddenly changed.

A loud and strange cry suddenly sounded. The gray-yellow afterimage in the air rolled out a high arc. The holy object that had been coveted for so long was thrown out with force, as if it was a hot coal. "What's in here?"

Clement covered his painful wrist as continuous rotten blisters spread rapidly along his arm. The ominous black and red lines were like vines on a grave, shocking to the sight.

He was filled with shock and anger, his eyes fell on the cups and dishes rolling in the distance. The sticky liquid poured out, staining the floor red like blood, and emitting a strange fishy fragrance.

Beneath the surging breath of life, there is clearly a terrifying evil force as deep as the ocean!
"This is not the Holy Grail of Christ!"

"You rude charlatan, how dare you attack me..." At this moment, the man who was knocked to the ground struggled to get up. He just heard his shouting, his face suddenly became dull, and then he cast a suspicious look somewhere.

"Mr. Frank? He can't be telling the truth?"

Even though the positions are opposite, the church's credibility is still a golden sign, especially when it comes to important issues involving its own holy vessels. There is absolutely no need to lie.

"Why bother with so much fuss? What you want is to prolong your life and restore your youth, and I have done that perfectly."

Frank entered quietly with soft steps and a respectable smile on his face.

Those who can stand here may have lower moral standards than the most disgusting street gangs, but their IQ is obviously much higher than the latter, and they are immediately shocked.

"How dare you tease us... No, that's not right, what did you give us to drink?" The man was about to get furious when his body suddenly twitched violently and he fell to the ground in a mess, shouting in disbelief.

"Sorry, it seems there is a little flaw..." Ignoring his harsh questioning, Frank's mouth began to pull palely to the sides, and the arc gradually became exaggerated. The skin then opened up, first revealing pale yellow fat, followed by bright red muscle texture. At the same time, an extremely evil and powerful force suddenly rose.

"Vampires? Undead? Demons?"

A suffocating sense of crisis suddenly gripped his heart. There was no time to distinguish the exact attributes of the power. Clement, who was closest to him, ignored the injury on his hand. A silver light flashed in front of him, and the sacred light struck down on his head, but was immediately swallowed up by the endless darkness.

"what--!"

"what happened!"

As if a switch had been pressed, wailing and screams of panic rang out one after another.

A low, sarcastic laugh came from nowhere, like the chilling wind from hell:

"arrogant……"

The man on the ground gurgled in his throat and screamed like a chicken being slaughtered. A moment ago, he was still arguing with the church with high spirits, but now his arrogance was gone, his bones shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he turned into an ugly dwarf...

"Lust..."

The tycoon, who was savoring his youth on the beauty beneath him, felt his mouth go numb. In his horrified gaze, his tongue squirmed and split into three or four sticky pink flesh pillars, resembling his own organ that was galloping freely, and even grew a wet tumor, which drilled into every hole on his body...

"Gluttony..."

Freed from his decaying body that could only eat liquid food, the powerful official indulged in drinking. Just as he grabbed another bottle of fine wine, his palm suddenly felt a sharp pain. A ferocious mouth full of sharp teeth split open from his palm, biting the surrounding flesh madly...

A nearly 100-meter-tall phantom filled the underground space. A pair of pitch-black wings that seemed to fill the void fluttered wildly. Under the curved horns, two crystal-yellow eyeballs were filled with intense mockery.

"What a rare feast, followed by music and dancing!"

Accompanied by a strange laughter with a double meaning, the red magma that seemed real and unreal poured down like rain, rolling down with an earth-shaking force, and thick black and yellow sulfur clouds swept across the place!

(End of this chapter)